“I know.”
“And Tomás has promised not to climb the fig tree.”
Tomás looked away.
Lucía raised an eyebrow.
“He has promised to consider not climbing the fig tree.”
Despite herself, Esperanza laughed.
Mother Caridad watched the exchange from beside the motorcar.
The children were safe. They were loved. The convent would continue around them as it always had.
Still, when Esperanza stepped into the car, she looked back until the gate disappeared behind the bend in the road.
The journey to San Aurelio passed through low hills and farming villages.
Doctor Paloma drove. Mother Caridad sat beside her, while Esperanza rested in the back seat with the folder of documents on her lap.
For the first hour, no one spoke much.
Morning mist lifted from the fields. Farmers guided carts along the roadside. Small houses appeared and vanished behind rows of poplars.
Esperanza opened the pouch Tomás had given her.
